pretty good," he says. My credentials arc in order. We talk about Cornell
for a while. They'll be good, he says, which is hardly news. They always are.
Penn is in the race, too, but nobody worries about them.
People begin to
straggle back onto the bus. Coolidge has us count down, to make sure that
everyone is on board. The varsity gets all balled up, counts out of turn.
MacMahon, the 6 man, forgets which boat he is on.
up in the aisle. "Come on, varsity. Count down properly." He is wearing
a blue suit with pinstripes, tab collar. His hair is slicked down. He is known
as the best-dressed coach on the Charles. The bus starts.
12:30 p.m. We
stop for lunch at a roadside rest spot. Stew, from a huge metal barrel, and
cheese sandwiches. Richard, Young, Davis Pike (5 on the varsity) and I sit off
to one side, watching. The little men eat up. I am very hungry. "Wait'll
tonight after the weigh-in," says Richard, "and we'll show 'em what
eating is." We laugh. Yann Weymouth, No. 2 in the jayvees, waves some
cheese sandwiches at us. We throw pebbles at him. " New York really uses a
lot of gravel," says one of our genius types. There is a whole lot of
crushed gravel spread around our picnic table.
what?" says Pike.